paroles de chanson Too Heavy - NO Savage

Jamil
Uh, mob, mob
Uh-uh, mob, mob, mob
(Turn me up Juu)

Now I can fuck who I want, uh
Bitches be calling me asking
She acting, she talk like a thot
But I fell in love with her passion
I told her whenever I fuck her, we go to toe-to-toe
You could say that we dancing
Break in his house and come down the chimney
I had to come in that bitch like a bandit
Get in the ′Vette I'll fuck around and crash it
Had a party with two bitches making her petty

I′m getting dope while I'm smackin' that fetti
Explode on her face like some fucking confеtti
If you gon′ diss me then why you ain′t at me?
Evеn out Cali' I gotta stay heavy
Never let any bitch come in my telly
I′m in the hills getting ate up in Beverly
Spin on this bitch man I pray they don't tell on me
She took a xan now she in her element
They think I′m still on them percs, and I'm lettin′ them
Keep on talking, that shit I ain't sweatin'

We in the whip and she get on her bullshit
Don′t even hit her, just let her suck dick
Marvelous top make me fuck her a lil′ bit
The shit that I'm going through making me lose it
Uh-uh, I should′ve knew from the shit she was on
Why was I fucking a groupie, uh
I'm getting rich and ain′t buying her shit
I leave the bitch in a hooptie
Go get the money when I feel moody
If you want me dead, nigga come try and do it

I'm on the block, I′m an entrepreneur
Show me respect 'fore I open this sewer
Think it's a joke and I′m making ′em jump in
Bro in the pin say he just wanna win
Them lawyer fees coming in they getting sent
I helped you again so don't do it again
I′m still with everything that you with
We argue about money but not about a bitch
He lack with his head down give him a lift
Went through and got knicked and he didn't even hit mob

Plenty new money and plenty new missions
She say, "Dick" in French like she just want a kiss
I got on my shit ′cause my time was tickin'
We went on a lick and bruh died ′cause he missed me
I was the youngin' finessin' the system
But kept going back ′cause I just wouldn′t listen
My name in the bible and yes, I'm a christian
I come how I want and this shit be consistent
Big on big, I gotta go bigger
Niggas, they only foolin′ these bitches

That money got my artillery bigger
My heart in that money it's not in these niggas
Uh, but that don′t mean I'm against ′em
Give 'em a cut if he try me I temp him
One to his stomach and one to his temple
He hit me too but he gone and I'm livin′
I got a demonic temper
Don′t fuck with the law nobody snitchin'
I′m in the truck that go over two hundred
What I got on me a whole damn hundred

If you buy a load then I'll front you a bundle
Let her eat dick but don′t tell her you love her
I should've based the bitch off her mother
Worried about money, you only on fucking
Uh, broke ass bitch got two hundred budget
And if I′m wrong, it's only three hundred
It won't last long, that shit ain′t no money
Just counted a dub in hundreds and twenties
Uh, uh, just got a new check for a hundred and twenty
This scam ass nigga just started getting money

I′m gettin' corporate and popular money (and popular money)
Uh, mob, mob (they caught that Jordan, aye)
Uh, mob, mob, (I′m gettin' corporate and popular money)
Uh, uh, mob, mob
Uh, uh, mob, mob